Novel & Cerita Devolution Brooks Novel

She picks up one of the heavy paperbacks and flips the pages. She starts to read out loud: ‘She was approaching me, hands caked in dirt, I had to do something. The police were on their way, hurriedly. I grabbed a shovel and smacked it against her head; the sound of her skull crunching made a ghost smile appear on my face.’ “That is insane.” I say, I can’t even imagine reading something as horrific as that. “His pen name is Logan Kane, but look at this...” She brings the book closer to me so I can stare at the author photo at the back. I almost fall out of the seat, fuck. He’s Devon Brookes.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I wanted to forget everything, I wanted so much to get rid of the pain that I didn't care even If I sold my soul and body to the devil. I concentrated on my senses and felt a warm touch on my stomach, which reminded me of the devil. As I opened my eyes, I saw the devil lying next to me. Why did his touch feel so comfortable? The way he made me feel made me afraid. The sensation he gave my body. I disliked the idea of sex since I had never had the experience depicted in romance novels or films. That was a pleasure that I had never experienced.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

Then came the crack of gunfire—and she crumpled to the ground. And it was time for me to leave too. I arrived at the underworld. There, I saw the memories of my life flash before me. The reason I had devoted myself to cloning research was simple: I wanted to give people who had lost loved ones a way to hold onto them, a source of comfort. But for some people, it was never about comfort. Because some people don't truly care about the dead. They never loved them in the first place. Just as I was about to step onto the path of reincarnation, I heard Sophie's sobs. I turned around and saw her, face streaked with tears, being escorted by demon guards toward hell.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

Meanwhile, Ruth was sentenced to ten years imprisonment and banned from working in law enforcement again. On the day she was sentenced, I felt my soul slowly fading. I knew it was time for me to leave. This time, I would really be dead. I floated to Ruth and told her, "If reincarnation and second lives really exist, I hope I won't meet you again. I hope I won't fall for you again!" I knew she couldn't hear me, but I kept repeating myself. Right before I disappeared, Ruth raised her head and looked in my direction. It was almost as if she'd heard me.

I reply cheerfully, taking a turn towards Golden Retreat, one of the best and expensive lounges in all of New York. “What do you want?” Devon replies, his voice turning icy. I know that if I don’t respond in the next minute, he’s going to hang up. Devon Brookes is one of the respected billionaires in New York known for his icy demeanour, the only person he softens up to is his wife, we are friends, at least close enough to ask each other for favours. “I want you to take me to the underground; I need to talk to your cousin.” I breathe in sharply.

Their hands were light on my arms, almost gentle, which somehow made it worse. I thought about fighting. I thought about it clearly and seriously, running through the options in my head. But there was nowhere to run to. No one to call. No door I could knock on and say please, someone help me, I need somewhere to go. I had been living inside a closed loop for six years and the only exit was this one, and I hadn't chosen it but it was the only one that existed. I let them walk me to the car. The door closed behind me with a soft, expensive sound. Alaric got in across from me. The car pulled smoothly out of the driveway and I watched the front of Dorian's house through the window until it disap